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Cor~porate @ Ke-parit Malaysia?

Yesterday i was baffled when i look up from my computer and find a lady dressed very much like a ‘Hara-juku witch’ wandering around the office. I thought she was a customer looking for someone (to chew) or the toilet (they often do that, wander around and not bothering to ask..) but when she averted my eyes and made the beeline towards the photocopier machine, i just thought maybe she knows what she’s after. Later on i realised that she was one of the new recruits that the unit next to mine recently hired. They must be really desperate to achieve their target and thought that ‘hara-juku witch’ could do miracles with her vapours…

I am indifferent with these harajuku style and the people who tries to pull the look, even if they do look like idiots sometimes, not to mention witches. But when the same management who resorted to hide my dustbins because it interferes with ‘the corporate image’, hires someone who dresses like they belong on the streets of Japan, it just makes me want to hid my two very big and smelly feet in “management’s” arse…

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Hara-juku witch looks a lot like this only with bigger hair, capri-like pants with high lacey boots and everything is in black.. lovely isn’t it.. New corporate face of A—-NK..?

 


Would you cherish what we had?

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I was driving just now and heard this on the radio… too bad the ‘love of my life’ is such a macho unromantic jerk.. because i want to make love to this songg……

I am posting the lyrics and if i got it right, the video of my NEW shagging song.. (ooppss… since i am not a technical geek and these plug-ins and coding and downloading is alien to me, it’s not going to happen. Unless one very helpful and smart brother helps..*hint, hint*) Yes.. i am a sentimental, romantic, mainstream wuss..
Like you’ll never see me again by Alicia Keys.

If I had no more time
No more time left to be here
Would you cherish what we had?
Was it everything that you were looking for?
If I couldn’t feel your touch
And no longer were you with me
I’d be wishing you were here
To be everything that I’d be looking for
I don’t wanna forget the present is a gift
And I don’t wanna take for granted the time you may have here with me
‘Cause Lord only knows another day is not really guaranteed

So every time you hold me
Hold me like this is the last time
Every time you kiss me
Kiss me like you’ll never see me again
Every time you touch me
Touch me like this is the last time
Promise that you’ll love me
Love me like you’ll never see me again

Oh Oh Ohhhhh

How many really know what love is?
Millions never will
Do you know until you lose it

That it’s everything that we are looking for
When I wake up in the morning
You’re beside me
I’m so thankful that I found
Everything that I been looking for

I don’t wanna forget the present is a gift
And I don’t wanna take for granted the time you may have here with me
‘Cause Lord only knows another day is not really guaranteed

So everytime you hold me
Hold me like this is the last time
Every time you kiss me
Kiss me like you’ll never see me again
(can you do that for me baby)
Every time you touch me
(see we don’t really know)
Touch me like this is the last time
(see everyday we never know)
Promise that you’ll love me
(I want you to promise me)
Love me like you’ll never see me again
(like you’ll never see me again)

Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh

Lyrics i steal from here.


Mr. Gibran was wrong…

Kahlil Gibran once quote : 

“If you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work.”

Maybe in early 1900s when Mr. Gibran came up with this quote that were true. In 2008, when you have car instalments to pay, rental upkeep, house instalments, mouths to feed, not to mention the scarce availabiltiy of decent paying jobs and the never ending price hikes in Malaysia, Mr. Gibran would not think twice working on a job that he hates. He had to, otherwise he’d be broke and homeless.

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In the perfect world, you have a job that you love doing and everyone loves you. Reality however, is so cruel. Yes, i’m talking about my predicament… what else would i talk about? The world …? tsk..tsk.. My boss has what i am happy to say, ‘favouritism’ syndrome… hhmm.. what do english say of ‘pilih kasih’..? Whatever.. Anyway, the people who belongs to his favourites list can do no wrong, they can saunter up to his desk and shit on his lap and he would still promote them and approve anything they shove up his nose. Those who is in his ‘to be assassinated list’ however (which is me by the way..), dissapear to look for the heavy and dusty files in the compactor and he would still think that i’m up to something and not doing my job. It doesn’t help that he is bias towards my every move and thinks that i am stupid. So.. tell me.. should i love coming to work today, knowing that my boss thinks that i’m stupid and doesn’t respect me as a human being?….

*ssiigghhh…* I feel a bloody migraine coming up….


Idiots i encountered and why i have migraines..

*Another rant/bitching post. You have been warned.

This week has been a miserable week for me. It’s been an endless encounter with stupid people, and it’s taking it’s toll on me. I have a migraine that does not want to go away no matter how many painkillers i took. Just now when i went to TRY to find a parking space near my office building i met one such idiot. The space was enough for two cars but this taxi was parked not quite in the middle which still give the impression that one car can still fit in that tight space. Since i was pressed for time and truthfully cannot be bothered to make the round to find any other parking space i just tried to squeeze in. At one point, it did look like i almost rammed into the idiot’s car but give me a break, side parking is my forte, i love the challenge and i wouldn’t hit his bloody car.. so he was making some noise and standing there watching me park like some stupid ugly statue. Then after watching me struggling for 2-3  minutes, he got inside his taxi. I thought, whew.. finally, i’ll have the space i need, since he’s leaving, right..? Wrong.. you know what the stupid fucking taxi driver did? He get into his ugly and i suspect smelly cab and sit there fumbling with i don’t know what. He just sits there for about 5 minutes! Who does that?! He knows i’m trying to park, he knows he parks in the middle of two parking space and he sits there and watch me like a bloody idiot! I got really angry and wanted to just park, to hell with the funny angle and my car looking like it’s about to jump into traffic, when he honk at me! He bloody honked at me! He got all this space behind him and he honked because to him i was blocking his front, he didn’t want to reverse! @!*&%#^ stupid arse !!!!!!

Needless to say that i did get my parking space but i am also still shaking with anger. I curse that idiot and his smelly cab, may you have no passenger today and tomorrow and the day after.  And may your bloody tyres blow on you in a dark desserted place. There, i’ve said it.

The office is having some big shot management guy coming in for… i don’t know.. spot check? So, everyone is drilled to cleaned up their desks and all files and other crap must be hidden from view. Our desks are supposed to be clear, files, papers, EVERYTHING must be HIDDEN. Get this, even the dustbins is to be hidden from plain sight. So now, everytime i want to throw away my rubbish, i have to wander around looking for the bloody dustbin. Such hypocrasy!  When you have work to do, there’s bound to be paperwork on your desk. You would worry when the table is really clear because that means you have nothing to do. As for the dustbins, face it, humans make tons of crap everyday, who are my bosses trying to kid? Just because you hide the dustbins doesn’t mean you don’t have crap lying around somewhere… and since when does hiding dustbins and files is considered a good working habit?  


Pot head yang fooki…

It’s monday, i haven’t had my period and i am in the mood to bitch. Not in the mood to read about me bitching? Go here.

I hate my housemate. When i moved in, she has been living alone in this house for 6 months. Now i know why… My housemate is a packrat. She doesn’t throw anything away. She collects thrash, the way some people collects stamps. When i moved in, i kind of forced her to do some spring cleaning and threw away a lot, A LOT of thrash. She’d keep empty plastic sauce bottles! When i asked her why, she said you’d never knew when you’d need them… :roll: Hello! Those plastic thingys are not reusable items that will keep indefinetely, they are not designed for that, plus they make the kitchen look messy! She would buy carbonated drinks (the 2 litres kind ~ big bottle) and when she finished guzzling that down, you guess – she keep the bottle! beats me, whatever for. Although come to think of it, she is also a pot head (kaki ganja). Maybe she uses these bottles as her bong (dapur lah tu…) no wonder she’s not quite right in the head…. Pot head (so much easier to type than my housemate..) also admits that she doesn’t have many friends. Well, i am here to tell you why, it’s because she has a potty mouth! She doesn’t swear that much, (that’s my department) but she’s the kind that is sarcastic and not in the charming and witty way. In fact if one day her face kena simbah cuka getah, i wouldn’t be surprised. She likes to gives advice like she knows what she’s doing, contoh 1. telling my bf to have an ASB savings, so he’d have a nest egg when he’s old and gray but she herself borrows money from me to go to work and her bf? ha ha… big joke!

contoh 2. Marah-marah like cipan betina when bf accidently left the tap on (like tak sampai 5 minit pun) sedangkan yang bayar utilities bill tu bf aku bukan bf dia! BF dia tu datang rumah buat macam hotel, main PS2 tak berhenti, bill api melambung, menghabiskan drinking water tak reti nak masak balik, tak reti nak fill-up the bottle and put back in the fridge, buang sampah sampai melimpah ruah kat dapur tu tapi tak reti nak pergi buang kat bawah, tak reti pulak dia nak melenting…. Vavi punyer perempuan!

Contoh 3. She lied to me, she didn’t pay the rent for more than 3 months sampai landlord datang mengaruk-ngaruk, and then has the cheek nak sound aku pasal bukak pintu when the landlord came and then preaching kat aku pasal bf aku.. tolong lah… yang kau tu buat party ganja, bagi kunci rumah kat cina mana ntah, yang suka hati nenek keturunan dia datang masuk rumah, masa aku tengah masak sambil pakai kain batik ( terkejut siyal!) boleh pulak? Yang kau dengan bf keparat kau tu penuh kan fridge dengan kau punyer beer, dah mabuk(pot head dah terkangkang kat bilik, bf dia keluar menjelir cari aku, voleh??)  panggil aku berbual macam bapak aku ada hutang kat bapak dia boleh pulak?

Contoh 4. Berbual membangga kan diri… EH.. tolong lah… Aku belum buta laahh…You are nothing, stop telling me about kekayaan bapak kau. Yang kaya(kalau kaya lah..) bapak kau, kau tu kayap! Bangga pasal adik beradik dia, eleh kau tak kenal adik beradik aku lagik… Bangga pasal bf dia.. i quote ” Aku tak pernah jumpa lelaki macam abang. Abang very understanding, abang best, fonek abang best, bla, bla, bla……” Tolong lah… aku nak muntah! Kalau macam bf dia tu dia cakap the best she’s ever been with, aku rasa keeeeesssssiiiaaannnnn kat dia. You know why? They’ve been together for more than 6 years and they are still not married. He once told me that he doesn’t want to get married (he’s a divorcee) because he has it all. When i told him, pity pot head, he said he never stop pot head to marry some else if she wants too. Pot head started drinking, dia yang ajar sebab tak de orang nak layan dia mabuk. Vavi tak jantan ni..? Itu pun betina tu tak sedar lagik… Lepas tu ada hati nak mengata bf aku… Mampuss lah pot head!

Contoh 5. Rasa diri dia pembersih bebenor… please lah… you clean when i clean! What’s the purpose? Why not, bila aku dah kemas minggu ni, next week pulak kau kemas, bukan nye menyibuk nak kemas benda yang aku dah kemas… Dapur tu.. dah dekat sebulan tak ber mop… nak tunggu aku mop lah tu.. alasan dia, dia jarang masuk dapur.. abis tu fooki dia jarang kena service tak payah basuh kee..? Dia punya busuk hati tak nak masuk dapur konon nya… dia ambik cerek letrik dia yang buruk tu masuk bilik dia.. biskut, magie, kejadah semua dia simpan dalam bilik dia, like i want to eat hers… Aku punya biskut, kek, buah, maggie pun tak terabis nak makan lah..! Bf kau pun sempat melantak maggie aku, tak kisah pun.. Pinggan mangkuk, mug-mug dia yang besor kejadah, pun malas nak basuh.. hari tu aku tegur, ok lah sikit, sekarang ni dah berbasuh tapi mug kau apasal banyak sangat? Sampai lebih dari 15 bijik! Besor gedabak pulak tu… nyibuk je, aku nak letak mug aku yang 3 biji tu pun susah.. Banyak-banyak barang tak guna,  lepas tu mengumpul habuk… haa tu lah keja pot head.. Batu lesung lepas pakai tak basuh sampai berkerak-kerak, pastu pakai balik tak basuh pun… eeeiii kembang tekak den.. Lepas tu konon geli nak makan aku masak sebab  pisau lepas potong sotong, aku tak basuh pakai sabun just run through the water je, terus kupas bawang and other things… Hello… remember the batu lesung??

Sebenarnya yang buat aku mengaruk macam sawan vavi ni, semalam pot head yang siyal ituh sound aku pasal washing machine (aku punya okay!), sebab aku tertido sementara tunggu cycle habih (biasalah basuh bedsheet kan..) cakap pasal bil elektrik lah apa kejadah nye… Hello… kau nak cakap kat aku pasal mesin tu tak masuk air, cakap itu je dah lah, tak payah nak sindir-sindir aku. Ingat kau bagi aku makan ke? Washing machine pun pinjam aku punye, bill api air pun baru 2 bulan kau bayar itu pun lebih rendah dari time AKU yang bayar tau.. Yang kau tu… hari tu aku balik, rumah dah bau hangit semacam, rupanya kau lupa nak tutup dapur gas sampai kuali kau merentung macam muka jantan kau, ada tak aku sindir-sindir kau? Aku cakap bebaik je dengan kau, walaupun tuhan je yang tau betapa aku benci nak bercakap dengan kau..

Pot head, tolong lah… get some social skills.. sebelum aku sumpah foooki kau keluar lendir hijau…

Pheeww! lega sikit… ok back to work… :wink:


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